Driving Envy

Awareness of the outside world. Small candle. Uninstalled Igram, a family member to FB. This one was hard. The algorithm did occasionally turn up something I was interested in. However, I have noticed a influx of sad pet videos and red posts. [Truck Mileage]

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This is NOT what is happening now. This is a repost from 2018. What is happening now is me whining about this fact. [I am not back. This is not a post.]

I was reading about taking a horse out on trails with a cart, Collection of Madcap Escapades: Trail Driving. Yes, the same blog I mentioned last time. [Lesson Attempt]

Horse envy.

Gee, that sounds like fun.

I wish we could do that.

Wait!

We did that.

It was fun.

A good time was had by all.

Milton was a star.

“By the end of the first day, he was trotting along the ring road. By the end of the second day, he was happily weaving in and out of a stand of trees as an ersatz marathon obstacle.” [I am not back]

And then he backslid.

He backslid into a heap. [ibid, in exhausting detail]

He never rebounded.

In our last driving session, in 2024, the goal was a short, quiet trot in his own pasture. This goal was not met. [Delay Of Game]

I don’t get this horse. I really don’t. I can’t ride every horse. Far from it. But I can usually grok them. This one, no.

Onwards!
Katherine